Something struck me in the chest. Surprised, I turned back to Sarah and looked down. A full laundry bag was on the floor at my feet. I groaned. I had almost forgotten it was Friday – my day to do Sarah’s laundry.
Sarah bounced over to me with a wide smile.
“Laundry day, chastity boy. Make sure to do a good job. No wrinkles like last time, right?”
I gulped and glanced over at Lexie. She was staring at us.
“No, mistress Sarah. I’ll make sure to do a better job this time.”
Sarah looked at Lexie and then back to me.
“And how are you going to wash my underwear?”
She took a step closer. I could smell her now, and noticed how deeply green her eyes were. I tried not to let my gaze slide down to her small breasts, but I failed.
“Uh…” I looked at Lexie again out of the corner of my eye. Her mouth was open slightly and I saw her pink tongue lick her lips slightly.
“I’m going to hand wash them, mistress Sarah.”
She nodded.
“That’s right. You can bring me my clean clothes tomorrow, as usual. Now, I’ll see you tonight at Amber’s?”
“Yes mistress Sarah” I said, bending down to pick up her dirty clothes.
“Good boy” She said, patting me on the cheek again. I glowed in pride at her praise.
“Ok. On your way. Lexie – strip and on the scale.”
The sounds of Lexie and Sarah chatting followed me as I left the gym, lugging her full laundry bag.
Amber told me yesterday she had a full day of chores for me to do before the big party tonight, so I had taken the day off work, much to my assistant Ruth’s disapproval. I drove back to my place and took a quick shower before reporting for work next door at Amber’s.
While I was in the shower I heard my phone ding several times. After getting dressed in jeans and a button down shirt I checked my phone. First was a text from Amber.
*Hey girls! All good for the party tonight?*
I flushed when I realized I was included in a group text and Amber had addressed us all as “girls”.
Claire texted back almost immediately.
*Yes!!! I’m so excited! What can I bring?*
Amber –
*haha let bank worry about everything. Just bring your beautiful selves and a pair of pajamas so you can spend the night! AHHHH!!!!!”
Claire-
*I know – a sleepover lol! Thanks so much for inviting me!*
Amber-
*Yeah girl! Looking forward to getting to know you better. And it’ll be fun with bank serving us and waiting on us. Speaking of – let me know if there’s anything you want to eat or drink. Anything at all. Bank will take care of it*
I groaned as I slid my sneakers on and got ready to head next door.
Claire sent a “hmm” emoji followed a few seconds later by-
*Well, since bank is taking care of it…lol my favorite food is beef Wellington. And I like margaritas*
Amber-
*haha I love it. So specific and sounds fancy. You got that bank?*
I typed.
*Yes miss Amber.*
Claire texted an lol emoji.
Sarah joined the chat.
*Hey!!! I’m so excited too! Hmm beef Wellington sounds awesome – never had it! and I like a nice old fashioned. I’ll make sure to bring some pjs!*
I opened up my phone and started taking notes. I’d have to do some careful grocery shopping and hit the liquor store. Beef Wellington would take some time to prepare as well, but if that’s what Claire wanted I knew that I’d better prepare that or there would be dire consequences.
Suddenly there was a sound at my front door. I looked up in surprise as the deadbolt turned and the door swung open. Amber walked in confidently, my spare key in her hand.
She brushed past me, heading for my kitchen. It was clear she had just gotten out of bed. She was wearing dark blue sweatpants and a pink crop top t shirt that exposed just a touch of belly as she passed me. Her brown hair tumbled wildly around her face and shoulders.
I had almost forgotten that she had a key to my house and felt very free to use it whenever she wanted. Last time, at least that I knew of, she had taken my laptop to check on my finances.
“Uh…good morning Miss” I stammered, following her into my kitchen. My eyes were glued to her butt. Even through the sweatpants I could see the enticing shape of her hips and ass. I felt my cock begin to swell in its small cage.
“Oh hi bank” she said, distractedly. She looked around for a second before settling her gaze on my jar of coffee beans sitting on my counter. She reached out and plucked up the jar, tucking it under her arm. She turned to face me.
“I’m out of coffee, so I’m taking this.” she announced. She seemed suddenly distracted by something she saw over my shoulder.
“Um of course Miss” I said again, feeling a wave of shame tinged with excitement run through me. It was so wrong that she could come into my house and take whatever she wanted, but the fact that it was so unfair was undeniably exciting to me. Whatever was mine was hers to take. My dick started to hurt. I shifted uncomfortably, resisting the urge to readjust myself in my pants.
She took a step to the side to get a good look at my living room.
“That’s a really nice TV, isn’t it? I think it’s a lot bigger than mine.”
Confused, I turned around. It was a high end screen. Incredibly expensive and massive.
“Yes Miss. I think it’s quite a bit larger than the one you have.”
She looked at me with a raised eyebrow.
“Trying to compensate for something, little bank?”
I felt myself flush.
“Uh…I’m not sure Miss.”
Amber reached out and patted my shoulder.
“It’s ok. I won’t judge you. But I think you should move it to my living room today. We might watch a movie or something tonight and it would be nicer on that TV.”
I gulped.
“Ah…uh…ok Miss. Should I swap with you?”
She considered, tapping her finger against her full lips.
“I don’t think so. You don’t really need a TV do you?”
I looked down at my feet.
She answered for me.
“No, I don’t think you do. You shouldn’t have that much free time. If you’re not working for me you should be in your office earning me money. Don’t you think?”
I opened my mouth to protest, but closed it immediately. Amber was working her particular form of magic over me again, making me feel controlled and inferior in a million small ways. She was giving me exactly what I asked for, being constantly and cruelly unfair to me to her benefit.
I took a deep breath, composing myself. My cock was still vainly trying to swell and reflexively I winced and reached down to adjust myself a bit. Amber looked at my hand between my legs and smirked.
“Well?” She said, staring into my eyes.
“Yes Miss. Of course.”
She smiled triumphantly.
“Where shall I put your old TV?”
She thought again for a second. And then made a dismissive gesture with her hand.
“Oh I guess you can set it up in my guest bedroom. I don’t have much need for a second TV.”
I groaned internally.
“I certainly don’t need a TV in my room. I have…other ways…to stay entertained.”
This time I couldn’t suppress my groan as I imagined Amber in bed with Justin.
She brushed past me again, headed for my front door.
“Come, bank” she said, snapping her fingers. “You can help me bathe and dress, and then you can get started on your chores. I have quite a list of things you have to do today to prepare for the party.”